When I worked the dude ranch, I rode a horse named Spook, because he was grey and would come out of the morning fog looking like a ghost. He was 16 hands and for me it was like trying to scale a vertical surface, I'm under 5 foot (1.5 meters). He would wait patiently for me to climb aboard and then we were off.
My beloved Jasmine was about 14.5 hands, we were inseparable when I was at the farm in the summers. She belonged to my uncle, but she would only let me ride her, no one else could get near her with a saddle. We had three good summers and won a couple of barrel races together...that was a long time ago!
). They knew that us two little kids knew to let the horses have their heads if we ever got lost and the horses would head home to the stables.
